The New York City Journals, Part III: Good Reasons & Bad Decisions
Manhattan is a good jungle for bad cheetahs.
Shortly after returning to NYC from my Fourth of July trip to the Boston burbs, I settled into my rented bedroom in Stuyvesant Town—my third Manhattan apartment in three months, and the first with a private bedroom and any semblence of a real bed.
Days later, I landed a Thursday through Saturday gig working the VIP door at Webster Hall. My shifts ran fro…
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